Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.